[Ron Clutch]

No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed

Cuz I'm tryin to see, if my mind can reach

The level of the game that we die to see

I'm talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free

See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee

I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese

See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed

and there's bills to pay, somethin gotta give way

The way I feel today, I could care less

Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess

I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chest

like a candy face, like I'm wearin a vest

I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps

Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps

I'm all for the cause, ready to die next

I'm all for the cause, ready to die next..



[Chorus]

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)

And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)



[Chorus Part 2 - 2X]

(This life?) - it's mine

(It's yours?) - it's mine

(That's right) - it's mine

(That's yours) - this mine



[B. Stille]

Now ah, when I was a, young man

There was a couple of things poppa put in my head

Never; sit down when ya need to stand

Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans

Poppa, what's that inside ya glass?

"Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask"

See ah - do it right if ya gon' do it that fast

and - don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed

Well, since then I been an over-achiever

Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers

And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger

Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer

A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena

Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors

"Boy you ain't worth..." like student like teacher



[Chorus]

[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]



[Skinny DeVille]

Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall

No comb, no fade, no nothin at all

I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law

Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y'all

Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw

Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call

Hit the liquor sto', makin mo', fifth and I pause

Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls

Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall

Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall

Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most

'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?

Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall

Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall

Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone

Didn't see that shit comin like a truck in the fall



[Chorus]

[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]



[R. Prophit]

Lemme hear ya say...

Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz...

It's that life B, gotta make that choice...

It's all on you...

Lemme hear ya say...

Lemme hear ya say...

Lemme hear ya say...